Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Youth Is No Less Vulnerable, By The Very Quality It Has Of Making The Heart Ache That Beholds And Has Lost It.

I Do Believe I Begin To Grasp The Nature Of Miracles! For Would It Be A Miracle, If There Was Any Reason For It? Miracles Have Nothing To Do With Reason. Miracles Contradict Reason, They Strike Clean Across Mere Human Deserts, And Deliver And Save Where They Will. If They Made Sense, They Would Not Be Miracles.

The Voices Of Cold Reason Were Talking, As Usual, To Deaf Ears.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

You Cannot Demand Truth, And Then Select Half And Throw The Inconvenient Remainder Away.